Connection
Who was on the other side of Heaven's door as I had a tug of war with an umbilical cord through the letter box inside the mirror the earth crashed into inside the angel's widening eye. Being connected has created a disconnection, why don't the natives hear the river Humber talking to itself?-the bridge is like a telephone handset that has been left on a table.
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